“On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points”
A truism tweeted by @twowitwowoo this morning, except i might be tempted to substitute in a less polite word for fellow.
Life as a stay at home mum can be really hard. I know there’ll be those of you rolling your eyes at this stage, refusing to believe it. SAHMs just sit all day long and chat, change a few nappies, then chat some more. Don’t they?
Let me tell you that you’re wrong. There are perks, obviously. Mostly logisitical, and involving DHL, but they are often outweighed by the daily physical and emotional traumas.
Yes, T-R-A-U-M-A. I did say that. (i adore my kids btw before someone tries to suggest shopping me to the social again, citing child hatred issues).
Good, i’m glad we’ve got that straight.
Right, back to the observant *ckers. So, if a SAHM’s life can bend towards the traumatic now and then, why is it that some people seem intent on pushing you that little bit further towards the precipice?
This is a snapshot of some of the things i’ve had to endure recently, at times in my daily adventures where i was about at my emotional limit.
Scene 1: Doctor’s surgery, 1 hr after arriving. Mummy milk, as always, treading the fine line between letting the boys (4 and 2) do what they want (running up and down the corridor) and screaming because i have tried to put a stop to it.
Old woman “Can’t you control your children?”
Mummy Milk “No, why don’t you show me how it’s done.”
Scene 2: Having tempted, threatened, forcefully removed the children from the park, Mummy Milk is attempting to put child no.2 in car from roadside on busy main road, selflessly risking her life in the process.
Tutting cyclist “Now that’s really sensible, isn’t it? B-R-A-V-O!!” (audible tut)
Mummy Milk “**** off. There are 2 of them. Somebody goes in from the roadside.” (Yes, sometimes, just sometimes at the peak of my torment I swear).
Scene 3: Grandma Milk’s house. Baby asleep in car, mummy milk carefully watching from house window. (Baby has screamed all the way there, has finally fallen asleep exhausted, frazzled Mummy Milk just couldn’t bear to wake him up)
Community support officer “Is this your baby? *rolls eyes*
Mummy Milk “Umm yes, I was just taking shopping inside” (little white lie, instantly on defensive)
Community support officer “You’re not doing anything wrong legally, but as a father myself, I would never ever do anything like this. Anyone could break the window and steal your baby”
Mummy Milk “With all due respect, if it isn’t a legal issue, i’m not interested in parenting advice from you.” (i’ll mention at this point that he was all of about 24)
Community support officer, continuing in condescending tone with the kind of self-righteousness that comes from wearing a uniform “Well you really should have taken the baby in first, and then got the shopping”.
Mummy Milk (really losing her rag now) “OK smart-arse, if i did it your way, just who would watch my son while i came back outside to get the shopping? Would you rather he crawl to the top of the downward flight of stairs and hurl himself kamikaze off them like a baby base jumper in training? ”
Why is it so important for people to be right, that their smugness overides their human instinct to be sensitive to someone having a bad day?
If only they could all be like that 80 yr old grandma I met the other day who, on seeing me struggling to strap the youngest into the buggy, marched over saying “Just wait there luv”, promptly placed knee to stomach and held him down while i fastened the straps. (For all you shocked childless people out there, just you wait and see what technique you use to get your screaming child into a buggy).
One of the things i’ve learnt as a parent. Never judge. You never know what you might end up having to do in any given situation. It’s almost always what you vowed you would never ever do in a million years before you had children.
Ok, who am i kidding? I judge all the time.
Just don’t ever say it out loud.